No job: Check the cards, Loki, are there any problems with the cards?

The disciples, who were lying limp on the ground, had long since lost all their temper.

In less than three days, dozens of sword saints took turns fighting, but they were all defeated one by one by this eight-year-old child with overwhelming strength.

You disagree?

Who would dare to disagree?

In the Holy Land of Swords, strength reigns supreme, and no one here treats Rogge like a child anymore.

The moment the Sword God's declaration was made, Rog stood there, the Demon Sword Throat Flute hanging at his waist, his tousled hair gleaming faintly in the sunlight streaming through the window.

He wasn't very excited.

He simply nodded slightly, as if it were the natural course of events.

Nina stood at the door, her fists clenched so tightly that her nails almost dug into her palms.

hateful.

why?

Why wasn't that person herself?

If only she were the one standing there, the one bestowed the title of Sword King...

Nina was incredibly envious and jealous.

She took one last look at the figure standing in the sunlight, then turned around, head down, and walked away step by step.

His back was hunched over, as if he had been completely crushed by something.

Gino followed... and seeing her like this from afar, he sighed silently and didn't say anything more.

He simply carried his firewood and continued walking towards the kitchen.

The wind swept through the valley, stirring up a blanket of fine snow.

In the Sword God Style Dojo of the Holy Land of Swords, a new Sword King was born.

Chapter 55 Phoenix Elegance Dragon Sword!

The following morning, the sword god Garr had Nina bring Rogge to the main hall.

Garr sat in the main seat, tapping his fingers on the armrest, a roguish smile playing on his lips: "Now that you've secured the title of Sword King, it's time for me to fulfill one last promise."

He waved to Nina, signaling her to wait at the door, then led Roger into a long, dark corridor deep inside the dojo.

At the end of the corridor was a heavy iron door.

Gal casually pushed the door open; the space inside wasn't large, but it contained several exquisite sword racks.

Even Rogge couldn't help but feel a little excited.

As a swordsman, he has an innate passion for good weapons.

He had personally experienced the power of the Demon Sword Throat Flute, and Gar had promised that once he became the Sword King, he would gift him several other Demon Swords from his collection.

If it can be called a demonic sword, then it must be a divine weapon.

Garr slowly walked to the innermost sword rack, where only two swords were placed.

He glanced back at Rogge: "I used to have seven of these demonic swords in my collection. The Throat Flute was my favorite. I gave one to Kyrie when he left, and each of the two Sword Emperors had one..."

"As for the rest, these are the three."

He stepped aside to avoid being seen: "Choose."

"As a testament to your becoming the Sword King, you may choose one of these swords to take home; this is your reward."

Rogge didn't stand on ceremony, his gaze sweeping over the three swords.

It was a sword with a flamboyant design, a thick blade, and crimson patterns gleaming on its edge, exuding an ominous aura.

The other one is fiery red, with a scorching and violent aura. The blade is covered with fine, fire-like forging textures, and every inch of metal seems to contain restless flames. When held in the hand, a heat wave faintly surges outward. Its offensive power is restrained but not to be underestimated.

The last one is the complete opposite. It has a thin and slender blade with a slight curve, a single-edged construction, and an extremely simple and clean appearance, giving it a transparent and elegant feel.

Rogge pointed directly to the latter without much hesitation.

"Oh?"

Gar raised an eyebrow, rubbing his chin with some surprise: "Phoenix Dragon Sword? I thought you would choose another one. After all, this sword is too delicate, more like the type that women would prefer."

"But this sword feels better in the hand."

Roger gripped the hilt of the sword, gently drawing out half of the blade, its cold light flowing out like water.

He couldn't help but nod, secretly praising, "What a fine sword."

Seeing this, Garr stopped talking and his smile deepened: "Phoenix Dragon Sword, forged by the master craftsman Dragon Emperor, a demonic sword passed down from the first generation of Sword God."

"The so-called unbreakable demonic sword is perfectly suited to the Sword God style of combat, maximizing the power of the Light Katana, and moreover..."

He paused for a moment, then said, "This sword can almost completely neutralize battle aura defenses, and magic armor is practically useless in front of it. Perhaps it will be surprisingly effective against the Dragon God in the future."

"Hmm...it seems like it would suit you perfectly."

Rogge carefully put away the Phoenix Dragon Sword and thanked him solemnly.

Gar waved his hand: "Alright, go down."

"I'm getting more and more excited to see how far you'll go in the future."

His tone suddenly turned serious. "Wait, right, starting today, you only have one thing to do each day."

"Please speak..."

When asked about his top benefactor, Roger immediately adopted a respectful and attentive attitude.

"Listen up, you bastard..."

Sword God Gal held up one finger, "Besides eating and sleeping, your only task every day is to swing your sword!"

"Use the most basic moves to swing the sword..."

"that's it?"

Roger was stunned.

He thought the Sword God would impart some secret technique, but it turned out to be just... wielding a sword?

"that's it."

Garr looked at him with a half-smile. "What, do you think it's too easy?"

Roger was silent for a moment, then nodded: "No, since you say so, there must be a deeper meaning to it."

A hint of approval flashed in Garr's eyes: "Go down."

"Ok!"

Roger got up and left.

As he walked out of the main hall with the Phoenix Dragon Sword in his hand, Nina, who was guarding the door, immediately saw the brand-new demonic sword in his hand and froze on the spot.

That was one of my father's treasured possessions.

The thing she had been wanting for a long time but never dared to ask for, was now taken away by him just like that?

She watched Roger's retreating figure as he passed by, her fists clenched tightly, a surge of emotions welling up inside her.

Nina pushed open the door, looking sullen. She knelt before Garr, her head bowed. "Dad... why are you so nice to that guy?"

"I'm your daughter! You won't even teach me yourself, and now you're just giving away that precious Phoenix Dragon Sword like that..."

Looking at her dejected appearance, Garr's face unusually showed a serious expression: "Nina..."

"You're very unwilling, aren't you?"

"Yes."

Nina's voice was muffled.

"If you're not satisfied, get back up and keep getting stronger."

Garr raised his hand and patted the top of her head. "You're my daughter, you can't be so spineless, can you?"

Nina suddenly raised her head, her eyes blazing with renewed fire: "Okay, Dad! I will definitely become stronger. One day, I will surpass him and make Dad and everyone else look at me with new respect!"

"Then you better pull yourself together."

Garr grinned and smiled.

The Sword Sanctuary, though bustling for a few days due to Rogge's uninvited guest, quickly returned to its usual tranquility.

However, the topic of him spread like wildfire beyond the dojo, reaching nearby towns.

The topic was being discussed everywhere – in taverns, on the streets, and in adventurers' guilds.

"Have you heard? There's a guy who single-handedly took down all the Sword Saints of the Holy Land!"

"And that guy was publicly bestowed the title of Sword King by the Sword God, Lord Gar. Oh right? What was his name again?"

“Roger Grerat! Yes, that’s the name. He seems to be only eight years old today.”

"Only eight years old? An eight-year-old Sword King?! That's outrageous!"